Ayada.
This place was a gathering spot for pirates, not a tourist destination, but a huge den of drugs. Drugs ran rampant here, and most of those on the streets were men. Some women were also there, either kidnapped from other countries by pirates or heavily paid for from neighboring countries.
Pirates were all men, and men have needs. Ayada was just a deserted island, not like Filo Island with its natives.
"Hey, Colin." A dark-skinned man stepped forward and said, "Has Samba and his crew returned yet?"
"No," Colin shook his head.
The dark-skinned man looked helpless and then said, "Boss Mike is looking for him. With Samba's capability, shouldn't he have returned by now?"
"Don't worry," Colin sat on a log and then said, "I've already sent people to look into it."
At that moment, a speedboat rushed ashore. A man in a gray shirt hurriedly ran up the beach.
"It's bad, it's bad," the dark-shirted black man shouted.
"What happened?" Colin quickly stood up.
